Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Where Did They Go Again?

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So I've written about how I'm a sort of organized person. I like lists, I like crossing things off lists. I even created a spreadsheet for myself for BlogHer (ummm yeah, I'm seriously that much of a geek).

My motto in life is "everything in its place and a place for everything." Just typing that makes me happy. There have been multiple times where I "lost" my phone only to find it in the pocket in my purse where it belongs. I'm simply so used to putting it there that I do it unconsciously and don't even realize I'm doing it.

You know what's coming next, right?

Ha, I didn't lose my phone - you're wrong.

Instead I lost my keys. Again.

On Saturday, I ran errands all day. When I arrived home, I walked straight into the kitchen, knowing I needed to make a cake for Sunday prior to running back out again for a girls' night out.

I spend my entire time in the kitchen baking, then I ran back out to my car - straight from the kitchen, and I mean I didn't even stop to go to the bathroom - to head out to girls' night out.

I reached into my purse to start up my car and my keys weren't in the nice little pocket in my purse where they belong. I have two great pockets on one side of my purse that perfectly fit my keys and my phone, and they are always there.


I began digging through my purse, but I didn't see them. My next step was to begin taking everything out of my purse (and realizing some of the items needed to be disposed of in general - expired coupons being one). Nope. When the purse was empty, still no keys.

I ran inside and checked the counter. I checked the island. I checked the stove. Hmm. I checked the family room - even knowing I hadn't been in that room. I checked on top of the microwave and on the hutch.

I went back out to my car and searched everywhere. Not under a seat, not slipped down the side anywhere, and not on the garage floor. Eventually, I gave up and grabbed the spare set of keys so I wouldn't be any later.

Post event, I searched the entire house to no avail. My husband looked in the same places I had already looked, and no - he didn't find them either.

Sunday, I tried again. Monday, I looked again. Tuesday, I looked again.

Then I needed to pull out my Bluetooth tonight. I unzippered the pocket in my purse where it belongs. Since it's small, it lives in a different pocket from my phone or keys, and nothing else lives in that pocket.

Ta-da! Car keys. Huh.

Thinking back (which isn't exactly the easiest thing for me to do), I apparently had taken my Bluetooth out when I had arrived home with my keys in the same hand, and they arrived into that pocket together. Oops.

On the plus side, I am no longer panicking about losing the only set of keys to my car. And apparently I need to use my Bluetooth more often. Somehow, I have a feeling this won't be the last time I do this.


Melisa with one S June 29, 2010 at 9:29 PM  

I HATE losing my keys. That panicky feeling is awful, isn't it?

Time to get a chain for them so you can wear them around your neck!

Pop and Ice June 29, 2010 at 9:45 PM  

Somebody else who uses purse pockets the way I do! Two side pockets have keys (mine and my son's), front pocket iPhone and bluetooth (although it falls out a lot - but I always find it). But I still lose keys. Lost mine for over 2 days and where did they turn up? In a grocery bag in the hall. Finally got around to putting stuff away and tada! my keys.

Laura June 30, 2010 at 1:34 AM  

oh I usually find them in my ignition...with my purse on the seat! :) small towns

WeaselMomma June 30, 2010 at 4:06 AM  

I've had similar bouts of misplacement, especially when I am really busy and functioning on auto-pilot.

Debbie June 30, 2010 at 7:41 AM  

Michelle, nothing bugs me more than losing something! I go crazy when I misplace something. I feel for you with the keys.

Michelle June 30, 2010 at 10:02 PM  

Melisa - I hate it hate it hate it. Especially because I also have my house keys and bike keys on there :) But umm no chain.

Carole Lynn - I love that they were in the bag that remained unpacked. Too funny!

Laura - Yeah... I wouldn't find my car if I did that. I left my purse in the reception of the (empty) gymnastics center today and panicked after two minutes of leaving them!

WeaselMomma - Yeah, that being busy and running on auto-pilot definitely plays into it, I think. But then again, I wouldn't have it any other way!

Debbie - I'm with you. It's one of the things I can blame only myself for, and it's frustrating each time. Thanks for the empathy.

Karen July 1, 2010 at 6:41 AM  

Awesome. Been there, know that frustration. I'm glad you found them.

septembermom July 5, 2010 at 9:05 AM  

That is very frustrating. I hate losing my keys if my husband is around. He's very anal and will bug me all day about it.

Michelle July 10, 2010 at 11:11 PM  

Karen - Oh things like this drive me nuts. I can't believe I *did* find them!

Kelly - So I'm assuming that if he bugs you all day about it, he isn't able to find them either? Isn't that enough to keep him quiet? ;)

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